THE problem with doing these ratings for any period of time is that there is a risk you will run out of things to say. I mean, it’s not so much a risk as an absolutely nailed on thing that happened about six months ago but, you know, we are where we are, maybe...
Alisson: 7 Good header first half. Love a goalie header that works. Great save near post first half. Bit sloppy with his kicking tonight at times. When I say a bit sloppy, I mean well better than all of our other goalies. Just not perfect. Trent: 6 Mixed bag of a...
Alisson: 8 His hands. Imagine a massage off him? Reckon he could climb The Shard with just his goalie gloves on, like that human fly fella. Brilliant second half in a way that you sort of come to expect. Like it’s easy. It’s not easy. Ask all our other...
IT’S funny, init? How close these games are, can change in the blink of an eye. On top, flying, 3-0 down, should be 2-0 up. Salah against the post, Mane’s header. Numerous breaks come to fuck all, concentration goes to shit and you are fucked. Fuck me. These are...
THE first few minutes before kick off, honestly brought a tear to the eye. When You’ll Never Walk Alone started and Tyler shut up and the camera just stayed on The Kop with all the flags, mate. Christ. The first one back, just imagine the first one back. And then,...
FUCKING hell. The world has nearly ended, there. Every cunt stayed in their house, heads kettled left right and centre. But every day, the thing that got us through it – the lockdown boredom, the fucking zoom calls, the working from home, the fucking home...
AND there you have it. A fucking league-stopping pandemic coupled with an Atletico diddle. Lash into the mix that loads of people we know are probably going to die, but even if they don’t we will all be fucking skint and living off fucking grass and whatever we can...
WE could do with a fucking win here, Reds. Fuck’s sake. I mean, the only good thing is that Wembley is a shit hole. Goals change games though, and when you are struggling you can’t give the fucking thing away. Adrian: 5 Mad fucker, this fella. Two great saves...
THIS team. Playing against a fucking big squad of farmers and Stormy Daniels there and found a way. Not our day, no? Watch this then, you big windy cunt. Five to go or whatever. Wash your hands Reds, and don’t touch your face. Just lashed a bottle of Sol all over me...
I’LL be honest here, lads. I pretty much presumed that I’d be getting a winter break like the rest of the first teamers. Fucking legs are tired, the mind is definitely fatigued. Nice little couple of weeks off without the distractions of the cup, rest and recuperate,...
